by Nikki Chase
He’s just spent a whole day carting William and me around town, and we didn’t even get to carve any of the pumpkins we bought, even though Adam said he was excited to do that.
Apparently, he never had a chance to really celebrate Halloween when he was a little boy, himself. Despite his polished appearance and mannerisms, there seems to be more to him than meets the eye. There’s more depth to him than I originally expected.
He’s a guy who used to go to a sex club, yes. And he left money on the nightstand after we’d had sex at the aforementioned sex club—that’s true, too.
But there’s more to him. He’s also someone with what seems to be a difficult childhood; he’s close with his mom; he doesn’t give up easily; and so far, he seems like he’d be a good dad.
The first time I met Adam, I was intrigued by how mysterious he was with his mask and his refusal to answer my questions.
Tonight, though, there’s a sense of familiarity that’s starting to brew between us, and it’s making me want the same thing I did on that first night.
“So what you’re saying . . .” My heart jumps up into my throat, making it hard for me to speak. “What you’re saying is, the only thing that’s different is how much I trust you?”
“Yeah. For some reason, you trusted a masked stranger in a sex club more than you now trust the father of your child,” Adam says in a teasing tone. “I’m just kidding. I know you have good reasons not to trust me.”
“You do?” I ask, surprised.
“Of course. You have a son to think about. You can’t just go around trusting strangers, who could potentially bring harm to William.” When Adam smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkles. “I’m actually really glad you’re less trusting now. That can only be a good thing for William.”
“Thank you,” I say softly as my heart hammers violently in my chest. It’s been so long since the last time I had any attention from a man.
“You’re a good mom, Katie,” Adam says.
“Thanks.” I smile, even though I already know that. William’s the center of my life and I’d do anything for him.
I’ve been so busy being a mom I’ve forgotten what a joy being a woman can be. But tonight, sitting here, sharing a couch with Adam as we chat, I want to remember.
I want to remember what it’s like to be a woman, and I want him to be the one to remind me.
“There’s one thing I want to know,” Adam says. “After that night, I came back often to The Succubus, sometimes even multiple nights consecutively, but I never found you. How long did you work there for?”
“Actually, I quit after my first night.”
“That explains it.”
“Yeah.”
Adam goes quiet as he studies my face. “I have to ask. Was it because of me?”
“Kind of,” I admit.
“Damn it. Was it really that bad?” Adam grimaces.
“No. It was the opposite of bad. It was so good I got scared I was going to do it again—have sex for money, I mean.”
“God. I’m so sorry,” Adam says again.
“Don’t worry about it.” I smile. “It was just another job.”
“No wonder you hate my guts.”
“I don’t,” I say quickly. I lean forward, inching closer toward him. When Adam raises a questioning eyebrow, I add, “I mean, I did. But I had the wrong idea about you. Now, I’m starting to see what it was like, for you.”
A smile slowly spreads across Adam’s gorgeous features as he reaches out to touch my face. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that.”
“It’s true. I judged you unfairly. I see that now.” I nuzzle against the warmth of his palm.
Adam stares at me with wonder in his eyes, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
Then, without saying another word, he leans in and takes my lips—gentle, tentative, exploring. I let my eyes flutter shut and kiss him back.
It’s been, what, three years since the last time I kissed someone who’s not related to me by blood?
This feels amazing. I feel like I’m tasting a comfort food I used to eat in childhood but haven’t come across in a long time.
I miss this—not just kissing in general, but Adam’s kiss in particular, I realize with surprise. Somehow, he managed to be firm and gentle at the same time, respectful and persistent at the same time.
“Your lips taste just as sweet as I remember,” Adam says, pulling away just enough to speak.
I say nothing. We’ve said a lot of words today, but now’s the time for something different.
I press my lips against his again, and he kisses me again--harder this time, almost like he wants to crush and bruise my lips. My insides heat up, and I feel tingles in my core.
Adam puts one hand on the back of my skull as he pulls me closer. He's messing up my hair, but I don't care.
It's been a long time since I shared my sexual side with anyone, it feels strange to find myself getting wet from a man's touch. In a good way.
Adam’s hand slides down to my back. As he kisses me more and more insistently, I let myself lean back on his strong hand and allow him lay me down on the couch.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” Adam says breathlessly.
My hands are grabbing onto his muscular arms like it’s my only remaining anchor to reality. My world’s spinning as Adam hovers over me, reminding me how good it feels to have a man’s weight on me. He drags his lips over my throat, making me sigh with desire.
“Do you trust me?” Adam rests his hand on my waist, dangerously close to the bottom of my dark sweater.
I nod.
“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear,” Adam says, smiling at me with a wicked glint in his green eyes.
The warm light from my floor lamp casts a yellow glow on his face, while the rest of his body lies in shadows.
He slips his fingers under my sweater and runs them up my body. Without even thinking about it, I arch my back, trying to get more contact with Adam’s skin.
“Good girl,” he says in a dark voice laced with arousal. It’s the kind of voice that makes my blood rush and my heartbeat quicken.
He called me a good girl that night, too. And I loved it. I’ve heard the phrase a hundred thousand times in my fantasies; it was starting to sound silly, but there’s nothing like a live performance to remind me how good the real thing really is.
“Thank you, Sir,” I say tentatively.
Did I really say this and not sound ridiculous at the club? It sounds so weird now.
But Adam doesn’t seem to notice anything weird about it. His eyes light up as he smirks.
“That’s right,” he says. “I’m glad to see you remember how to address me correctly. Now, let’s see if you still know how to behave and follow my instructions like a really good girl.”
Adam grabs my breasts with his hand, pushing my sweater up to reveal my pale skin. I was worried he’d be put off by my stomach, which isn’t in bad shape but definitely not as tight as it used to be.
But Adam doesn’t seem to have any problems with my body. His appreciative gaze roams over my body hungrily as he pulls my sweater all the way off.
“Take off your bra, kitten,” he orders. Smirking, he adds, “I don’t want to put another hole in another one of those.”
“Yes, Sir.” I smile as I slip my hands underneath my back.
“Mmm . . . Yeah, you look good like that,” he says as he stares at my tits, which are pushed up for him to see when I arch my back to unhook my bra.
“Thank you, Sir.” I take off my bra and let it fall onto the floor.
In response, Adam flashes me a smile before he dives down and assaults my breasts with his hands and mouth, kneading, licking, and nibbling on me.
I let my lips part as my breathing grows heavy. I wrap my arms around him, resting a hand on his head. His hair feels soft and silky to the touch.
I know how inane this sounds, but I can’t help wanting to li
ve up to Adam’s expectations of “a really good girl.”
Under normal circumstances, I’d be slapping myself awake once I start thinking this way. But right now, it’s like I’m in an alternate reality where Adam is the reigning ruler of everything, who deserves all my adoration and obedience.
I guess this is what Adam meant when he said the thing about me trusting him.
Keeping his searing gaze on my face, Adam slides his hand down over my belly button and starts to unbutton my jeans. “Lift up your ass for me.”
When I do as he says, Adam pulls my jeans and my panties down until they’re off my legs and I’m bared before him.
I can’t help but smile when I see the look on Adam’s face. He can’t take his eyes off my body. It’s flattering, but I can’t help feeling self-conscious. I rest my hands on my stomach, trying to conceal the part of me I dislike the most.
“Don’t do that,” Adam growls. “Let me see all of you.”
He gathers my wrists in one hand and looks around the living room. He grabs the piece of blanket resting on the back of the couch, then he lifts my hands over my head and ties them together with the soft fabric.
“Keep them there,” Adam says as he presses my wrists down against the couch cushion.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
My heart’s racing as I let myself be completely vulnerable to Adam. With my hands immobilized, I feel helpless, which only fuels my desire.
With a lopsided smile on his face and a sinful glint in his eyes, Adam drags his fingers up my bare thighs, making me tense my muscles and hold my breath as my whole being focuses on what he’s doing.
“You wanted to know what trust has got to do with it?” Adam asks. “I’ll show you, kitten. I’ll make you see how good it can be. You just have to trust me. Okay?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Spread your legs for me.”
Under Adam’s watchful eyes, I part my legs and bite my bottom lip as he finds my petals and plays with them.
“You know what I’ve always regretted?” Adam asks.
I shake my head, unable to say a word because it’s hard enough trying to stop myself from moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“I’ve always wondered how you taste.” Adam shoots me a wicked smile before he grabs my legs and start kissing up my thighs.
I gasp when he reaches the top and sucks my lower lips into his mouth. His stubble feels rough on my inner thighs. His tongue laps at my pussy, grazing over my clit lightly, driving me wild with desire.
The muscles in my pussy are clenching, gripping air. I feel empty, and I need to be filled up. My clit’s throbbing, and I need Adam to play with it using his tongue.
My body makes more and more demands as Adam’s teasing becomes more incessant. He’s deliberately making it so I stay at the edge of my arousal, not letting me come down—or come at all, really.
“You taste really good.” Adam smiles without taking his lips off my pussy, making me squirm with every syllable he utters, with every breath he takes.
“Adam, please . . .” I moan softly. My own voice surprises me. I sound so needy, so desperate . . . so sexy.
“What do you want, kitten?”
“I want . . .” I look up at him from under my eyelashes, biting my lip. “Would you make me come . . . please, Sir?”
“Of course, I’ll make you come,” Adam says, licking my clit to make his point. “But not yet. Be patient. You taste real good, and I want to take my time.”
I throw my head back when Adam devours my pussy like a starved man, making happy little grunts as he buries himself between my legs. But as soon as I start to shudder, he pulls back and slows down, making me groan with frustration as I fail to reach the peak again.
Every time Adam ruins my orgasm, it makes me want it even more, and he knows it. He definitely knows it.
I can tell by the way his eyes darken with lust whenever I whimper with disappointment. He enjoys being the one to control my orgasms. He likes letting me know exactly who’s in charge.
But he’s already told me he’s going to make me come, and I believe him. I know it’s going to be worth all the wait and frustration.
I guess I trust him, after all.
Adam
God, she looks perfect. She looks like one of those naked angels in old, classical paintings.
Her lips are parted dramatically as hot huffs of breath escape, along with her little moans and whimpers.
Her eyelids flutter open and shut. She tries to keep her gaze on me, but every time I lick her clit just slightly, she shudders and throws her head back. Even though she gets frustrated when I slow down, she keeps her hands where I put them.
Her legs, though, are a different story altogether. They were relaxed on either side of me when I started eating her pussy, but now she’s spread them wide and tensed up her muscles.
Her feet are on my back, and she’s gently pulling me closer. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.
She’s so turned on her wetness would’ve dripped onto the couch if it weren’t for me lapping it up like it was honey. She tastes so fucking sweet I could do this forever. I could just set up camp between her legs and live here.
Except she’s begging me for release, and I’ve already promised it to her. Besides, I’m dying to fuck her, too. Hell, I’ve been waiting for three years to do it. If I don’t do it tonight, I might just spontaneously combust into flames from the red-hot lust that’s been building up inside me.
“Are you ready, kitten?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
As I undo my jeans, I notice Katie watching me with want-filled eyes fixated on the hard bulge in my pants. Little minx.
“Sir, are you . . . are you going to take off your shirt, too?” she asks softly, looking like she’s embarrassed.
“Depends.”
“On . . .?”
“Are you saying you want to see me naked?” I ask.
The floor lamp’s flooding the living room with warm light, making it hard to see colors clearly. Still, I notice Katie’s cheeks turning slightly rosier. Under natural lighting, she’d probably appear flushed.
“Yes, Sir,” Katie admits.
I smile. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
There’s this urge from deep within me; I want to learn everything there is to learn about her. Maybe if I get close enough, I won’t ever have to say goodbye to her. Maybe I won’t ever have to go home. Maybe she’ll let me stay by her side forever.
As I shed my clothes, she watches me with big, unblinking eyes, her gaze tracing the lines on my abs, then settling on the V-shaped ridges that start from my hips to form a big arrow pointing down to my hard, pulsating dick.
I can’t help but smile to myself as I slide a condom over my cock. She’s watching me, her eyes widening. She looks up to meet my eyes, as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing.
I know what she’s thinking. I know my cock’s bigger than average; I’ve gotten that look before.
“You look worried, kitten,” I say casually.
“No, Sir,” she says.
“Good. I’ll take good care of you,” I say. “There’s no need to be worried. You’ve taken me all the way inside you before. You can do it again.”
Katie nods. Her jaw slackens when my fingers play with her slick opening.
“You’re so wet it’s not going to hurt at all,” I say.
She opens her mouth like she’s about to say something, but she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp when I push the tip of my cock into her pussy.
Katie gives way easily, her muscles stretching to let me in. She melts like butter tonight, all pliant and obedient like she’d give me anything I ask of her. Her eyebrows furrow with concentration as her eyes turn glassy and her eyelids lower.
“Look at me when I fuck you.” I drive myself all the way inside her with one thrust. It gets her attention. Her eyes snap open, and she strives to meet my gaze, even thou
gh her pupils are fogged with lust.
I put one hand over the binding around her wrists. The soft blanket lets me tie her up tightly without worrying about leaving marks on her pretty skin—I don’t want to do that and put Katie in awkward situations at work when one of her patients notice.
That said, I do want to brand her in some way, to make it obvious she’s mine.
I stop thrusting to take Katie’s nipple into my mouth, licking her pink areola with my tongue, feeling the subtle texture of her skin.
Katie lifts her hips off the couch in response, rocking desperately against me. With my weight bearing down on her, though, she doesn’t have much room to move. She mewls deliciously, making my cock stir inside her.
I take some of the soft, supple flesh on the side of her breast into my mouth, then I bite and suck on it until Katie whimpers. When I let go of her, a purple mark has formed on her skin.
One of these days, I’m going to mark this woman with a ring or even a tattoo. Something permanent. But for now, that purple mark will have to do.
I pull my cock out of her. “Lay on your front,” I say, my voice urgent with need.
I lay on top of Katie once she’s in position, letting my dick, now wet from having been in her pussy, drag over her ass. I reach up to undo the bindings around her wrist.
“Remember what I said about trust?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to show me how much you want to please me. Put your hands on your ass cheeks and spread yourself for me.”
Katie twists and gives me a questioning look, but she follows my order like a good little girl.
“Now,” I say, swallowing my urgency, “tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to . . . fuck me,” she says softly.
“Say that again. Louder this time.”
“I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please.”
With her pussy literally spread wide for me, it’s easy for me to believe her. Accepting her invitation, I spear into her, where it’s warm, wet, and tight. Fuck, it feels like my cock’s found its home.
I lean my forearms on the couch, trapping Katie between me and the cushion. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you again.”
